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[shuntedmate]

So, I did another one. The 2025 F1 Season Beginner's Guide. Genuinely honoured that a few people requested it and sorry for all the mistakes I've missed. Please enjoy the many recycled jokes from last year and the 2025 exclusive slide "Paddock Pets".

[sincerelygxbby]

girl, i got you and i want to give you what you never had | OP81

moments that prove your boyfriend does not have a fragile masculinity

content warnings — one (1) cuss word: shitty, osc carrying reader “like they weigh nothing” (i am sorry) | word count — 1k | title — together by ruben studdard

gabby says, an independent woman x acts of service man trope for my strong, independent ladies out there 🫶🏼 also, the sidewalk part is loosely inspired by @pucksandpower’s “Chivalry isn’t Dead” fic 🫶🏼 (i actually genuinely forgot about the fic while i was writing so i’m sorry this part wasn’t added immediately 😭 but i still wanted to give credit)

note that this is purely fictional and in no way reflects the driver in real life! also, english is not my native language and i am not as adept at the english grammar.

The last race before the summer break has just ended, so you and Oscar have decided to explore the city before flying back home.

Oscar is already waiting in the hallway by the time you close your hotel room door behind you. He smiles as soon as he sees you, his eyes giving you a once-over while you give him a little twirl to show your outfit off.

“You like it?” You grin, almost feeling shy. “I’m sorry I took so long, though.”

“I love it, baby.” He smiles softly in response. “You can take as long as you want. I don’t mind waiting,” he says before reaching his hand out. “Let me hold your bag, honey.”

“Are you sure? It’s heavy.”

“Exactly,” he murmurs, gingerly taking your bag from your hands. “No need to tire yourself out when you’ve got me, hm? Plus, you get to show your pretty outfit off.” He grins as he plants a soft kiss on your temple, his movement careful to avoid ruining your makeup. He slings your bag over his left shoulder and offers his right hand to you.

You think you are going to melt right then and there.

—

As you are walking, you reach an area with heavier foot traffic, people bumping into each other here and there, and bicycles passing swiftly. Without blinking, Oscar takes three steps and before you even realize it, you are walking on the inside of the street. Simultaneously, your boyfriend shifts your bag to your side, so it’s closer to you and farther from the traffic. Once settled, Oscar gently takes your hand in his once again, and with that, you both continue your way through the city.

You don’t even have time to process everything that has happened in less than two minutes, but you feel like your heart is going to burst.

Walking further down the street, you spot a café and excitedly pull Oscar into it. Yes, he opens the door for you.

Once inside, you look through the display and scan the menu before deciding on what you want and informing the cashier of your order. You then turn to Oscar. “What about you?”

When he finishes ordering, you reach for your bag on his shoulder in an attempt to take your wallet from it. However, Oscar is quicker to offer the cashier his card.

“Osc, I was going to pay!” You lightly swat his arm, and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I know. It doesn’t mean I was about to let you pay though.”

Yeah, you are definitely going to spontaneously combust.

—

You are sitting on the couch of your shared home when Oscar walks out of his sim room and into the kitchen. You pay him no mind as you keep your eyes on the book in your hands, your focus on the story unwavering.

After a few minutes, your boyfriend walks into the living room, places a glass of water on the coffee table in front of the couch, along with a few tablets of painkillers.

You look up at him in confusion, “Thank you, honey, but what are these for?”

“For when your cramps or your headaches get bad,” he says, as if that is the simplest, most obvious thing in the world.

“How did you know I’m on my period?”

“I’ve got an app to track it.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “Take a nap, honey—or not. Just holler when you need anything, ‘kay? I’ll leave the door open.”

You don’t know if it’s your period that is messing with your emotions, but you feel like crying right then and there.

When you crawl into his lap wearing his clothes while he’s busy with his sim, he does not even flinch. Instead, he adjusts himself around you and continues driving like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And when you fall asleep by the time he finishes, he carries you into bed like you weigh nothing, tucking you in and drawing the curtains shut.

—

It has been another shitty day at work, but you are grateful that tomorrow is a Sunday. Your boyfriend does not have a race coming up either, which means that you get to spend the rest of the weekend in your pajamas, watching romcoms, and napping to both your hearts’ content. The thought of your Sunday plans with the love of your life does not automatically erase your bad day, though.

The first thing you do when you step foot into your home is look for Oscar. As soon as you spot him on the couch, you walk over. He does not say anything and simply stands from the couch with his arms wide open, and you practically dive into them.

He holds you closely in his arms, gently swaying you back and forth as his hand rubs your back softly and slowly, just how you like it. Meanwhile, you keep your arms wrapped tightly around him. You do not want to let go and he does not force you to; instead, he stays there with you for as long as you need, occasionally whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing your head softly.

And when you do pull away, he gently guides you towards the couch and urges you to sit with him, still wrapped up in his arms. This time, your head is laying on his chest, his heartbeat almost immediately calming and lulling you to a much-needed nap after your long day.

Later that evening, you are sitting beside Oscar, his hand resting and occasionally moving up and down your thigh soothingly.

The sound of your deep sigh breaks the silence in the room, causing your boyfriend to turn to you. “You alright now, honey? Wanna talk about it, hm? No pressure at all.”

At the shake of your head, he smiles and kisses your temple gently, his hand coming up to rub your back comfortingly. He then speaks, his voice still soft and quiet, “That’s okay, baby. Take all the time you need. I’m right here.”

“Thank you for being here, Osc.”

“Always, honey.”

[liafics]

☆ lia's birthday calendar

day 17: somno x oscar (op81)

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☆ warnings: reader fucks osc in his sleep, osc returns the favour when he wakes up before her. needy!osc x needy!reader, mutual somno, unprotected p in v, praise, slight objectification, switchy, osc is a whiny horny mess ⋆ inspo: (x) (x) (x)

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it’s winter break. oscar is asleep.

so much is demanded from osc. the noise, the pressure. the expectation of performance. so in winter break, sleep takes over oscar so easily. he's knocked out.

he just lets go and rests.

but it’s been too long. too long since you enjoyed him.

you lie beside him in bed. you can see the tension melt out of his body. his breathing low and steady. he's properly asleep. one arm is draped over his head. the other rests near your waist, not quite touching you. he reached out for you out of habit but fell asleep like that. he looks soft. warm and sensitive.

you lie there staring at him for awhile. you don't move.

there’s something about the way he looks when osc is sleeping. he’s completely unguarded. it makes your thoughts narrow. makes your thoughts filthy. you tell yourself you’re just keeping him company. finally reconnecting after so many weeks apart. just staying close.

but he's just there, so soft and sleepy. his little lashes resting against his cheeks. mouth slightly parted. his bunny teeth peeking out. fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

you need him.

you shift closer. just a little. testing.

he doesn’t move.

your fingers trace his skin. slow, claiming. you don’t touch him to wake him. you touch him just because you can.

because he’s yours.

the entitlement feels obscene and so delicious, all at once.

your hand is resting on him. his body responds immediately. not waking, but not ignoring you either. he lets out a small sound in his sleep. he subtly shifts closer.

your breath hitches when you notice. you give him time. some space to pull away.

he doesn’t.

so you climb over him. careful and unhurried. you don’t want to wake him, he deserves to rest. you just can’t help taking what you also deserve. you settle your weight exactly onto his bulge. he exhales softly. his body is reacting to you, but his mind stays hazy. it’s instinctual. his hand twitches against the sheets. it’s his tiny tell. he wants this.

you smile.

“always so responsive, osc. you always want me.” you murmur.

you take your time.

you drag your cunt back and forth on his clothed cock.the anticipation feels heavy. the friction feels amazing. after a few drags, you take his cock out. he’s so hard. so fucking pretty. his cock is this unmistakable sign that he wants you just as badly as you want him. even when he's so out of it. he always wants you. and you want him.

you push your underwear to the side. you sink on his cock. fuck. your cunt fits around his cock so nicely. so warm and wet. oscar whines.

you start to move slowly. every little bounce draws another subtle reaction from him. a stuttered breath, a low sound caught in his throat. he doesn’t wake up, but his body answers you anyways. he’s so honest. so fucking good for you.

that’s what gets to you.

the way oscar gives in to whatever you need from him. whatever you want from him. you know he loves it just as much.

oscar senses warmth. a lot of it, all around him. his cock twitches inside you. the feeling creeps into his dream. he’s unsure whether this is reality or a horny thought. his breath is hitching. muscles tightening and loosening. you keep using his cock for your pleasure. you keep riding him.

he stretches your cunt so fucking well.

you lean down, pressing your mouth to his neck. you suck lightly on his pale skin. you want to mark him, claim him. your hips keep rocking on his cock. slow and gentle, taking what you need. his brows furrow. soft, confused sounds keep slipping from his lips. he’s almost awake, just not quite yet.

you don’t stop. you keep fucking yourself onto his cock. you’re indulging your own craving. so greedy, so certain. he looks so fucking pretty like this. used. taken apart in his sleep. giving you whatever you need.

and god, you need more of him.

he shifts. his hips respond to you before his eyes even open. he's fucking up into you. slowly, but surely. his hand lifts, hovering over your hips. he’s not sure know what to do with it. his eyes open slowly.

“osc,” you moan softly. you don't want to startle him. so sweet.

his eyes blink open slowly. unfocused. pretty lashes fluttering. it takes a moment for everything to settle in for osc. he sees you above him. on him. your tits bouncing, your hips rocking. so pretty and determined. so needy for him.

his face goes pink immediately. he murmurs something incoherent. a whine, a whimper.

you don’t answer. you rest your hands more firmly on his chest. you fuck him harder. bouncing up and down the length of his cock. his cockhead repeatedly bruising your sweet needy spot. you’re chasing your own pleasure. you’re letting him feel it. feel you.

realisation hits him all at once.

his breath catches, all sharp and dizzy. not fear or confusion. just pure awe. his hands tighten on your hips. there’s a flicker of something so shy in his eyes. it makes your stomach tighten.

“oh. you… wanted me this badly?” he sincerely asks. he's almost embarrassed, so fucking adorable.

you pause.

you give him the chance to pull away. he doesn’t. his eyes stay on you. shifting his gaze between your face and where his cock is filling you up so nicely. his eyes widen.

you lean down. you kiss his jaw.

“go back to sleep, osc.” you tell him gently. “ i can take care of it myself.”

the sound he makes is helpless. he melts.

he tries to nod. slow and careful. he tries to relax. so pliant, so exhausted. his body is so willing before his brain can even catch up. his hands fidget at your sides. osc seems unsure whether he’s allowed to touch. you press them down, pinning them softly into the bed.

“shh,” you murmur. “you don’t need to do anything.”

so he doesn’t.

he lets himself sink back into the bed. he’s offering himself without any words. there's trust in it. quiet vulnerability. his eyes slip shut again. every small reaction feels amplified. the way his chest rises faster. how his jaw tightens when your cunt clenches around his cock. it’s like a little nudge, a little wake up call.

“...i like this. knowing you want me this bad. fuck.” he softly admits, almost embarrassed.

what a sweetheart. he's so fucking good to you. you keep taking what you want.

his pubic bone is softly teasing your clit. tingles are running across your back. he’s so fucking pretty underneath you. it all feels so good. the way he responds without restraint. no performance, no control on his end. just raw, instinctive need.

oscar is a little whiny mess beneath you. your cunt keeps hugging his cock so tightly. you keep fucking him. slowly, gently. you don't wanna push him too far. you wanna take care of him, too.

you reach down and play with your own clit. usually, osc handles that. he's always so good to you. even like this, he’s filling you up in the way only he can. you rub tight small circles on your clit. his cock is hitting you slow and deep. he thrusts up into you. you're close. his breathing is ruined. shallow and shaky.

soft little sounds fill your bedroom. oscar's whimpers. oscar's cock is fucking into your wet cunt. your brain can only focus on oscar. how good oscar’s cock feels inside you. how good oscar looks all ruined under you.

and that's it. fuck.

a deep, warm tingle spreads across your whole body. not sharp, not overwhelming. just comforting. a sense of relief. you came around his cock.

he smiles. it's soft and small, but he fucking smiles. you notice it. maybe he's not so out of it as much as you thought. he looks proud. satisfied. he took care of you in his own sleepy way.

you collapse against him, laying on his bare chest. he drifts back to sleep, pulled again by his initial exhaustion. you drift off too, still wrapped around him. calm and satiated.

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morning light comes through. night and day shift, and so do your roles.

light filters in through the curtains. oscar wakes up slowly. his body feels heavy and spent. oversensitive.

he groans quietly. he freezes. memory hits him all at once. the memory of you being so needy and determined to have his cock. you rode him whilst he was asleep. you clenched around his cock whilst he was asleep. you fucked him until you came around his cock.

heat floods his face. but the memory of last night still doesn’t leave him. how you touched him without hesitation. the certainty in your gentle voice. how you needed him so fucking badly.

you’re still asleep beside him. mouth parted, hair messy. innocent and untouched. as if you weren’t the one that utterly ruined him last night.

he lies awake beside you, staring at the ceiling. heart pounding too fast. he’s trying to push the thoughts away. but the memory just won’t leave his brain. it’s filthy. it’s hot. he tells himself to go back to sleep. but he just can’t. his cock hurts. the urge is overwhelming.

he shifts closer. careful and hesitant.

his hand hovers above you before he lets himself touch you. he then gives himself the permission he knows you already gave him. the kind of permission he gave you last night. it’s unspoken but clear.

oscar’s morning need is different from yours. less indulgent, more feral. sharper, more desperate. he can feel it coiled low in his stomach. it’s driving him forward before he’s fully awake enough to argue with himself.

he shifts even closer. gets bolder when you don’t move. his breath tickles your skin. his hands settle at your hips. you sigh softly.

that cute sound almost made him lose himself right there and then. you’re still bare, reminding him of how you used him for your own pleasure. he gets needier the more he thinks about it. oscar’s brain is only focused on how good you felt wrapped around him. no other thoughts, just the warm wet feeling of your cunt.

fuck. without thinking, he takes his cock out of his boxers.

“i’m sorry… i just- fuck, i need you.” he whispers, barely audible.

he's so hard, leaking already. he teases your clit with his cockhead. you’re asleep, but you still deserve to feel good underneath him. and your clit is just always so sensitive for him. he always wants to treat you so well. he presses his cock between your folds. just enough to test.

a needy soft whine escapes your lips.

“fuuuuck…” osc whines to himself.

he pushes his cock inside you. your cunt is so warm. so fucking welcoming. he’s not patient anymore. he starts fucking you. his thrusts are fuelled by instinct. guided by hunger. not a single thought in oscar’s horny needy brain. he’s lost in your cunt. just fucking into you, shamelessly. rutting into you.

he’s feeling so guilty. so ashamed. so pathetic.

“fuck fuck fuck…baby, im sorry. fuck, it’s so soo fucking good…” he’s rambling.

his cock keeps thrusting into you. rapid and shallow. osc is too lost in your cunt to try and make it last long like usual. what a feral mess. he’s not even able to stay quiet anymore. your cunt is making him too stupid. osc can’t stop himself from chasing the friction. chasing the relief. he glances at you, checking for any signs of discomfort.

there aren’t any. he fucks into you harder.

you lean closer to him in your sleep. you’re seeking him and his cock even when asleep. you’re such a pretty slut for him. your body welcomes everything oscar gives you. and fuck, does that ruin him completely.

it’s all the encouragement he needs.

“fuck. you want me. even like this, you still want me.” awe and perverted horniness all tangled in his words.

he’s chasing his own high. not careless, oscar is never careless with your pretty body. fuck, he’s so grateful to you. grateful for how sweet you are to him. how sweet your cunt tastes. how well your cunt squeezes his cock.

fuck. he wants to breed you in your sleep.

he buries his face into your neck, breathing you in. your scent pushes him to the edge. it makes him worse. his thrust turn needier, more uneven. he has blushy cheeks and messy hair. he can’t stand it anymore. the guilt of using your tight cunt whilst you’re so peacefully asleep. the pure pleasure each time his cock drives into your cunt, stretching you out to fit him so tightly.

but the guilt fades quickly. it’s drowned by the memories of you being so fucking slutty earlier. you couldn’t even control yourself, you needed his cock. you fucked him in his sleep. you rode him until your cunt milked his cock. he deserves to use your cunt. oscar deserves to use your body to make himself feel good, too. he buries his face in your shoulder and keeps wrecking your needy hole.

it’s just feels so right. so warm, so tight.

“so so so good. fuckkkk. way too fucking good. holy shit.” he’s a pathetic mess.

you’re feeling yourself being held too tightly. not uncomfortable. just owned, used. you don’t open your eyes. you don’t need to.

oscar is not hiding how much he wants you. you feel it in the way his hips snap forward. his hands roam all over your tits. his body is doing all the work, his brain lost in that stupid horny daze.

“osc…” you murmur softly.

he freezes the second he realises you’re awake.

“oh shit. i-” he starts, mortified. “i’m so fucking sorry… i didn’t mean to wake-“

“fucking me in my sleep? god, osc. you learn so quickly.”

he exhales. your words pushed him too close, too quickly. he pulls out of your warm cunt and taps his cockhead on your clit.

“i just couldn’t stop thinking about last night.” voice so primal yet almost apologetic.

you thread your fingers into his hair. holding him right where he is. he winces. you tug on his hair, and he immediately fucks his cock into you again. you want him. no words needed.

the relief on his face is immediate. devastating. his control is all gone. he fucks into you harshly. frantic and needy. as if he’s afraid you’ll change your mind soon. breath stuttering. hips snapping into you with clear purpose.

“fuck, osc. don’t stop. please, don’t.”

“i feel ridiculous,” he rambles under his breath. “like i need you more than i should. balls deep inside you and i still fucking need more of you.”

you smile into the pillow. “good. use me.”

holy fucking shit. that does it.

with a low and wrecked groan, his grip tightens all over you. he’s making up for all the days he’s been held back. all the days he had to jack off to you in shitty hotel bathrooms.

you wrap your legs around his waist. his eyes are glassy, completely gone. he’s completely lost in your cunt. you’re letting him take what he needs. what he deserves.

“such a mess pretty mess, all needy like this.” you tease softly, thumbs brushing his cheeks.

he nods helplessly. such a good boy. cheeks flushed, eyes bright. skin glistening with warmth.

“you just feel so fucking good. want you so so bad.” he admits.

there’s something sincere in the way he says it. earnest, honest. desperate in a way that makes your chest ache and your cunt tighten around his cock. he’s not thinking. not performing. he’s just chasing.

“do i feel good?” you murmur.

he whimpers at that. forehead dropping to your shoulder. cock fucking into you harshly.

“fuck, yes. soooo fucking good. i promise.” he says immediately. “i love you. fuck-“

“i love you too osc. love how your cock feels, too.”

“…you do?”

you nod against him, smiling faintly.

“so needy and cute. fucking me so well.” you murmur, fond and warm.

your praise pushes him to the edge. you’re enabling him. enabling his horny needy self. he’s so impatient, couldn’t wait until he stuffs you full of his cock. couldn’t wait until he could feel your cunt squeeze him so tightly. your cunt feels more than a want. it’s a need.

he cums. it’s sudden. you feel the warmth of his cum inside you. he hides his face against your neck. he’s almost ashamed. it’s endearing.

he collapses against you. he lifts his head. eyes soft and unsure. he’s searching your face for any signs of regret.

“i’m sorry for waking you up. i didn’t mean to, i swear.” he admits softly. “…just couldn’t stop thinking about how much you wanted me last night.”

you smile. thumb brushing softly on his pink cheeks.

“that’s very okay. i liked it.”

he shuts his eyes, and rests his head on you again.

fuck, he’s already thinking about the next time.

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© liafics

couldn’t make up my mind if i wanted to write abt oscar fucking his girl in her sleep, or him getting fucked in his sleep ??? so i wrote both <3 !! it was hard lol

[pitlanepeach]

I love your work seriously and I have a request!

charles x little sister!reader like she's 15 or smt (maybe adopted idk)

just pure fluff

maybe she comes along to a race for the first time and meets all the drivers n stuff

Baby Leclerc (Oneshot)

Charles Leclerc x Sister!Reader

Summary — It’s baby Leclerc’s first time in the paddock since moving in with her big brother, and everyone wants to say hello.

Notes — I’m using these requests as little writing exercises between longer chapters of my wips and it’s so much fun. Hope you love it anon.

The paddock was much louder than she’d expected.

Louder, and bigger, and filled with so many unfamiliar faces that it made her stomach twist and her fingers twitch at the hem of her sleeve nervously.

But Charles had promised. “Stay with me, ma chérie. I won’t let you out of my sight.” And so far, he’d kept his word. His hand was still wrapped around hers, warm, steady, safe, as he guided her through the crowded areas.

“Okay, that’s the Ferrari garage just there,” he said, slowing to a stop in front of the bright red blur of it all. “Looks very cool, no?”

She nodded, wide-eyed. She was wearing one of her brother’s vintage Ferrari jackets. It hung off of her, but it was so cosy. “It’s huge.”

“You’re tiny, so everything feels huge.”

She elbowed him in the ribs—lightly, but enough to make him laugh.

Then a voice called out from behind them.

“No way. Is this the famous baby Leclerc?”

She turned just as a grinning man in a blinding McLaren kit jogged over.

Oh. Lando.

She knew him from the races, obviously. But also from the YouTube videos Charles let her watch—usually late at night with popcorn when they were supposed to be asleep.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

Lando crouched slightly to meet her height, even though he was only an inch or two taller than she was. “Hi! I thought Charles had made you up to win sympathy points.”

She blinked at him.

“I do not need sympathy points,” Charles deadpanned.

“You do when you qualify P19.”

“Lando.” He cursed.

She giggled.

And the nerves began to fade.

—

By the time Max had given her a familiar fist bump and George offered her a sip of his iced coffee (“you’re a child, you don’t need caffeine,” Charles had immediately protested), she was smiling for real.

She sat in the Ferrari hospitality with Carlos, who insisted she try every flavour of Italian cookie, and played Mario Kart with Mick on her switch that Charles had remembered to stuff into her backpack.

Every time Charles glanced her way, she was either laughing or quietly watching everything, soaking it all in with a curiosity that reminded him so painfully of when she first moved in with him—wide-eyed, unsure, but eager to belong.

“You okay?” He asked as they walked back to the motorhome after lunch.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed from the sun. Sunblock, he thought with a self-deprecating frown. That’s what he’d forgotten. “I really love it here.” She whispered.

He smiled so wide it hurt.

“Good,” he said, tugging her hood up over her head. Sun protection. “Because you’re stuck with me now. Forever. So you’ll probably spend more time at tracks like this than at school — but we won’t tell anyone that.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned into his side anyway.

And when the race ended hours later—when she waited at the back of the garage, clutching a team radio and bouncing on her toes as he stepped out of the car, sweaty and grinning and exhausted—he didn’t hesitate.

Helmet off. Arms open.

She ran straight into them.

“P2,” he said breathlessly into her hair. “For you.”

She beamed up at him. “I want to see you win, though!”

Charles blinked. Laughed. Shook his head. “Ah. Okay. You are definitely my sister.”

[nyree2712]

Formula 1 - Incorrect Quote 511

Charles: My late boyfriend-

Lorenzo: What? Max isn't dead

Charles: No, but he's late. He should've been here 25 minutes ago...

Arthur: Oh, you meant literally late

Charles: Also I'm going to kill him for being late

Leclerc family: Oh

[leaawrites]

Looks better like this

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando does the most unexpected on stream. Changing the finger on which her ring is placed.

Warnings: fluff, it's really short because I've been sooo busy lately

Wordcount: 345

Masterlist

The laughter had been loud, ringing in her ear. Watching Lando and Max mess around with the flour as they tried deciding how much was enough. More flour was landing on the table than inside the bowl.

It was a maniac situation unfolding in front of her eyes.

Looking down on her phone and typing back an answer to her friend, she didn’t notice Ria and Pietra coming around the corner, both keeping Max on his toes enough for Lando to slip away. Catching sight of his girlfriends body leaning against the far side of the corner, he made his way over to her.

The laughter fading as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her closer and kissing her cheek, trailing his lips down her jaw and neck until he laid his head on her shoulder. Eyes slipping down on the screen, watching what she was watching.

He tried focusing on the screen, but all he could seem to think about was the ring sitting on her pointer finger. Slowly reaching for her hand, he took it into his own and without a second thought, he slipped the ring off. A frown appearing on her face. Looking up at him, he didn’t break eye contact as he slipped it back on a finger.

At the feeling of the cold metal falling down around her ring finger, she snapped her gaze back. Watching the ring sit there nicely, like it was meant to be.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, trying not to make a scene out of it for anyone to notice.

They were out of sight of the camera, but the others wouldn’t shut up if they saw what had happened.

“Don’t know,” Lando shrugged, looking down at her hand again. Finger brushing over the ring. “Looks nice, don’t you think?”

Without another word, he gave her another kiss on the cheek before being called back to Max. Walking over again, Lando looked back at her, sending her a small wink and not saying another thing about it.

It did look nice.

[lateatnewyork]

GEN Z ON THE TRACK! 001

pairing: f1 grid x antonelli!reader, ollie bearman x reader

summary: the newest addition to the f1 track... is gen z through and through

extra information: kimi antonelli is your younger brother, you're reserve for mercedes, george broke his arm so you're stepping in. you and ollie have rivalry. (you can imagine u raced for any f2 team)

fc: no one

ynantonelli

liked by kimiantonelli, georgerussell and 503,298 others guess whos on the track for the rest of the season 🥳 view comments

lilyzneimer my favourite driver! ➥ ynantonelli my favourite mclaren person! ➥ oscarpiastri excuse me?? ➥ landonorris i thought we had something yn 😞 kimiantonelli thank god shes gone from here ➥ ynantonelli 🙄 paularon cant wait for the peace olliebearman (we're cheering cos youre gone) ➥ ynantonelli fuck you too this comment is deleted ➥ ynmywife NOT THE PR TEAM COMING FOR YNS ASS mercedesamg so excited! lewishamilton 😎 ➥ ynantonelli cant wait to over take you! logansargeant pls spare me ➥ ynantonelli no one is safe ❤️ yukitsunoda yipee ➥ ynantonelli yipee! charlesleclerc dont run me over ➥ ynantonelli no promises you fraternize with dogs ➥ olliebearman YN IM NOT A DOG ➥ ynantonelli your words not mine ➥ ynantonelli i was talking about leo alexalbon YAYY ➥ alexalbon this is lily i lost my phone ➥ ynantonelli LILY! ➥ ynantonelli leave alex. ➥ alexalbon yn its me again wtf?

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liked by ynantonelli, mercedesamg and 349,284 others YN Antonelli retires from the rest of the F2 season to race for Mercedes-Amg in Formula 1. Antonelli is stepping in for George Russell who broke his arm for reasons we still do not know. We wish YN the best of luck in Formula 1. view comments

ynloml wishing luck to the drivers instead ➥ ynmywife FR user09 who was she on top of in the first picture? ➥ user59 nah man yn was holding kimi up ➥ user42 yeah shes crazy strong

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liked by f1updates, f1gossip and 492,481 others yn antonelli seen with a man before her home race in Italy. view comments

kimiantonelli ok what ➥ user09 even kimi didnt know 😭 ynloml NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ynsno1fan this feels like an invasion of privacy

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liked by paularon, kushmaini and 144,537 others she took these if u care view comments

ynantonelli no one cares ➥ olliebearman no one asked ynantonelli ew ➥ olliebearman says u ynantonelli jumpscare ➥ olliebearman dont u have a boyfriend ➥ ynantonelli cant believe u have a girlfriend charlesleclerc i have a daughter in law?? ➥ oscarpiastri i have a sister in law?? alexanderasaintmleux tell her to come over ➥ kimiantonelli YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS ➥ landonorris pls tell us paularon cutie ➥ ynantonelli oh! ➥ paularon so its ok when u do it to ur friends but not when i do it ➥ ynantonelli yeah? ➥ paularon flipping sexism user09 YN AND OLLIE GONE?! ➥ user48 my ship broke and sank like the titanic ➥ ollieyn what if theyre dating each other ➥ danielricciardo nice try they hate each other ➥ user59 DANIEL?????

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liked by lilymhe, mercedesamg and 239,482 others live from the Imola GP, YN Antonelli's radio comments are disabled

ynantonelli

liked by maxverstappen, charlesleclerc and 693, 529 others lando we can be world champion i said view comments

maxverstappen can u delete the middle picture pls and thank you ➥ ynantonelli nope ❤️ charlesleclerc the caption 😕 ➥ ynantonelli i told u no ones safe kimiantonelli im telling mama u drank champagne ➥ ynantonelli im telling her about you then ➥ ynantonelli and your actually underage olliebearman congratulations i guess ➥ ynantonelli thanks i guess ➥ oscarpiastri wtf just happened ➥ paularon ^ ➥ kushmaini ^ ➥ arthurleclerc ^ ➥ kimiantonelli ^ ➥ landonorris you guys are gonna ruin their one civil moment lewishamilton good job 😎 ➥ ynantonelli thanks lewis ! maxverstappen cannot believe u beat me ➥ ynantonelli girl are just better ! ➥ landonorris real! ➥ maxverstappen lando you're not a girl alexanderasaintmleux YAY ➥ ynantonelli ILY kellypiquet so proud of u bby ➥ ynantonelli 🥹🫶 lilymhe cant believe how far you've come ! ➥ ynantonelli STOP ILYSM

ynantonelli

liked by olliebearman, lilyzneimer and 739,481 others when the plans make it out of the grid (i didnt invite ollie) tagged: kimiantonelli, lilymhe & alexalbon, arthurleclerc, logansargeant, totowolff, lewishamilton, olliebearman, oscarpiastri & lilyzneimer, paularon view comments

user09 i wonder what a grid hangout looks like ➥ ynantonelli it has: kimi almost falling off the boat, alex almost falling off the cart, arthur getting pushed into the sea, logan thinking he got stung by a jellyfish, lewis teaching toto how to ride a bike, ollie being scared of horses, oscar and lily being in their own world, and paul being too busy taking photos to order his food paularon bro posted the worst photo of me ➥ ynantonelli news flash: you look like that all the time lilyzneimer YOU'RE SO GOOD AT TAKING PHOTOS ➥ ynantonelli ur so photogenic its super easy 😍 ynantonelli guys charlesleclerc and alexanderasaintmleux came too ➥ ynantonelli they just had to leave early cos leo didn't like paul ➥ paularon pretty sure he didnt like ollie ➥ olliebearman nah bro pets love me especially cats its prolly kimi lilymhe STOP SO THATS WHY U LEFT EARLY ➥ ynantonelli idk what ur on abt kimiantonelli cant believe both u n ollie left early to go to ur bf/gf ➥ kimiantonelli wait kimiantonelli YN ANSWER MY CALLS ➥ ynantonelli no ❤️

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liked by olliebearman, susiewolff and 591,284 others YN Antonelli wins Singapore GP ahead one lap of everyone else. She kept the lead since lap 7 of a 62 lap race. After her win, she jumped out of her car and jumped into F2 driver Oliver Bearman's arms. The two were believed to have shared a rivalry on the track during YN's F2 days, but perhaps that rivalry was all fake. view comments

kimiantonelli nah bro she dead user09 THATS ACTUALLY CRAZY user82 i need time to process this ynmywife so the rivalry wasnt real 😭 paularon ok what ollieyn YES user54 the one race kimi's not in the garage 😭 totowolff what ➥ user58 bro calling the pr team asap landonorris what did i tell you user28 I TOLD YOU ALL

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user58 ok but she looks so happy ➥ user32 fr user11 the way ollie twists her to hide her from the cameras user41 height difference i need 😣 user53 theyre so hot user92 wait so whos the wag ➥ user42 deffo ollie user43 kimi prolly fuming ➥ user98 what is he gonna do hes like 5'6 😭 user48 they havent said anything yet the interviews are in a bit

ynantonelli

liked by olliebearman, lilymhe and 729,381 others loverboy ❤️ comments are disabled

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liked by ynantonelli, alexanderasaintmleux and 492,583 others lovergirl ❤️ view comments

kimiantonelli im gonna run u off the track ➥ premaracing no u wont paularon kimi's gonna kill you user09 THE FIRST PICTURE IM FOLDING oscarpiastri who taught u how to take such good pictures ➥ olliebearman yn 😭 charlesleclerc MY DAUGHTER IN LAW ➥ alexanderasaintmleux nuh uh shes my daughter only alexalbon crazy u didnt even tell me logansargeant this is a wild revelation kushmaini im scared for u dude premaracing our favourite driver and wag ➥ olliebearman ynantonelli they called u a wag u gonna take that ➥ ynantonelli pretty sure they called u a wag ➥ premaracing ^ lilymhe YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE lilyzneimer oscarpiastri learn how to take pictures like that pls ➥ oscarpiastri ok 😞 ynantonelli ollie baby u were meant to turn the comments off 😭 ➥ olliebearman oops ynantonelli i love you ➥ olliebearman i love you too

a/n OSCAR WON YIPEEE i lowkey feel bad for oscar tho like the way lando ignore him on the podium, mclarens lowkey messed up for this

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That's Too Bad - F1 Grid

Just A Pretty Face series - pt 2

Summary: After losing out on her first win from a stupid mistake that nearly all the other drivers on the grid have made. Y/n finds that people still can't shut up about her but she'll make them regret it.

Themes/warnings: Misogyny and sexism within F1, drivers acting out of usual character (for the sake of the plot), specific to this part: mr Nico Rosberg is coming for jugulars just like y/n

Set in 2026 (Kimi!teammate - bye-bye Georgie) - using the 2025 race calendar for timeline reference

Pt 1

Word count: 2.4k

Y/n got another podium in Shanghai with a P3 then in Suzuka she was P5. Clearly some work needs doing to deal with rain, but they're back in the dry desert in Bahrain.

Familiar territory for y/n since testing was done here and before she came int the season she tested here with the team. She's feeling good.

Yet to finish outside the top 5 is a good record to hold, especially when she's proving to be the teammate pulling in the points after Kimi crashed in Shanghai.

Bahrain has really been a weekend y/n has dominated, she lead all the practices, she got pole and she's been leading every lap. She's got the fastest lap.

"Y/n took pole, she is being hunted down by Charles Leclerc, she is doing everything right. It is her last lap, if she can keep Charles behind her then she-she's gone off y/n is-Charles is leading the race." Crofty exclaims as they watch y/n make the error, getting over steer and ending up in gravel that she comes back out of but Charles has past her and she's lost her lead with no chance of getting past him before the line comes up on them and when she does cross the line.

Her radio is silent because they know to leave her alone.

"Well sometimes certain things don't need pointed out. Y/n is a podium sitter but never a race winner and I think that may be the story of her life."

Mercedes gets to the barriers as y/n pulls up, wanting to sit in the car or get out and march away but the type of repercussions that could have, would just not be worth it even if she dared to.

She can't even face the team as she immediately moves to get weighed with her helmet remaining on her head lifting the visor just enough to wipe the stray tears she can't contain.

Eventually she moves to the team who try to assure her that these things happen. It's happened to Charles even and he won the race today.

Charles is celebrating but the podium is painful and y/n is gone before anyone has a chance to pick up the champagne bottles to spray. Oscar being the other driver on there and while he's not exactly shown much support to y/n but he can read a room.

"You were amazing out there." Dakota states as she leans on the physio bed, head dropped down but she turns with a rage behind her eyes that lets the trainer know that it was not the right thing to say or the right time to even try to convince her that she's a good driver.

"I lost, Dakota. What about that was amazing? Humiliating myself? Do I look like I'm enjoying the degradation I get every time I fuck up for the world to see? Don't praise me when I don't deserve it because I'm not fucking asking for anyone to feed me lies to boost my ego and that includes you." Y/n spits letting her anger get the better of her.

Dakota knows it's not really her that's the problem, so she just gives Y/n the space she clearly needs.

She's the last one out into the media pen nearly missing it since usually they'd pack up by now but they waited to speak to her. It's too juicy not to after such an embarrassing end to the race.

"Hey, y/n. Not really the way to end such a strong weekend."

"No. It wasn't but what do you want me to say? I apologise to the team, they deserved this win. They've worked their asses off and I screwed it up on the last lap. And you guys are going to rip into me like you always do because you never learned how to respect woman and quite frankly I'd like to speak to your parents about how disgusting you can be. Same for quite a few drivers, I could have a word with them about how much disrespect their sons have. But I'm just a woman with a pretty face who can't win a race so what the fuck does my opinion matter, right?"

The media girl next to y/n eyes widen in horror at the PR nightmare that has just be set a light while the reporters are speechless.

"Thanks for your time." Y/n nods before leaving with the girl following as she moves to the press conference which is nearly completely done. She'll get a fine for being late but at this point she's beyond caring.

She gives one word answers to every question even when they attempt open-ended questions to force her to say no, but to them she only shrugs.

She's being an asshole, she knows it. But she can't hurt feelings anymore than hers have been hurt.

They deserve everything she gives them after the way they've treated her.

-

"Nico, you like to defend and underdog a lot and you are a father of girls. What are your thoughts on y/n's comments to the media about not just the media but other drivers." Simon states as the Sky reports stand together for the Thursday pre-weekend run-up show.

"I truly think she said what needed to be said and actually I think a lot of the media and the drivers should heed her words. Maybe she should speak to their parents because that might get them to realise just how badly they've treated her compared to other drivers. Kimi and Lewis have defended her but beyond that we haven't really seen anyone actually speak positively of her and Max, Charles and Lando all made fairly sexist comments about her being in the sport." Nico explains with his usual no bullshit attitude.

"How do you think she's going to cope going into Jeddah?"

"Well we already saw that she's nearly on a complete shut down for the media. One word answers, no smiling. It might be instructions from the PR team with a bit of a if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all rule after she gave the media her raw thoughts."

They do move through the weekend, spending a lot of air time focusing on y/n who isn't shown the strength in practices that she showed in Bahrain which of course only supports the media's narratives of y/n being good as a one off.

More comments from Lando, Charles, Liam, Max, Carlos and Fernando joking and commenting about how she failed to get the win last weekend which just shows how much improvement is needed.

Dakota got an apology from y/n directly after she finished with media and the team debrief from the race. Though it wasn't long because Toto seemed to acknowledge there was nothing good to come from dwelling on her mistake.

Y/n gets a P3 for the starting grid and sitting in her grid slot heading into the race, y/n honestly feels like her heart is in her mouth.

Her confidence took a big hit last weekend, she's still sore and bruised emotionally from the loss and despite best efforts to stop her from seeing it she's seen the headlines and comments about her.

"They're taking their time lining up. But I just want to say, that you don't need to worry about a think, win or lose. We are a team and we do it together." Dez states trying to settle her nerves but his words don't exactly provoke anything but almost making her sick, because they lost with her last week.

"I'll win." Y/n promises simply.

She might not feel as mentally strong as she did before last week, but that's not to be mistaken as weakness or as a means of her not having the motivation to win.

When the lights go out, y/n actually jumps ahead of Lando and speed to chase Oscar since the McLaren's got a 1-2 for the starting grid.

Jeddah isn't necessarily the easiest track on the planet to pass and it takes up till lap 10 but y/n takes a dive and passes the McLaren actually making it look a little too easy, but she shoots off now in the clean air.

And this time she keeps it, keeping the lead after pitstops and taking it home over the line with a 15 second margin and having lapped the back runners.

"Y/n! You won! You are a race winner!" Dez practically screams through the radio while y/n laughs then cheering into the radio.

"We won. We fucking won. We are race winners, you and me-the whole team. I'm so happy-where's Kimi?"

"P3. We got a 1-3 podium." Toto answers then congratulating her further. "You didn't need to win to prove yourself, but you earned this. No one came close to you today and you didn't need a pole or to lead every practice to win."

"Thank you, Toto. For everything."

"We never had any doubts in taking you as a driver."

Y/n does rush her in lap a little, only wanting to celebrate with her team and when she gets out she is running to the team who lift her up chanting her name while she feels them do everything to pat and congratulate her.

Eventually she's set down and finds Kimi waiting for her, taking him into her arms as they exchange an impossibly tight hug before she moves to let him celebrate with the team as she gets weighed.

As she steps off she's pulled back into a hug by Lewis who is actually the P2 between the drivers of his old team.

"You showed them." Lewis states as she turns and hugs the older man. "You owned that race."

Y/n smiles before she pulls off her helmet and begins to gulp down some water since Jeddah is a wearing race.

Eventually she steps up for her post-race interview which is with none of than Nico Rosberg, a man she's been silently thanking for defending her and he also gets a hug before she steps onto the marker ready to talk.

"Y/n that was a dominant performance, you passed the McLarens, maintained lead. You had nothing you needed to prove but you really put yourself in P1 and you didn't waver for a second. How does it feel being a race winner?"

"It's incredible. I really cannot explain how this feels, it's the best. As a driver this is exactly what we're here to do, we're here to win, to get the most points and to do everything we can to give the team the results they deserve because they're the ones putting the work into these cars, they're working with me to help me drive the car to the best the car can perform. We're going to be celebrating tonight, that's for certain." Y/n nods not being able to wipe the smile off of her face.

"Well as a former driver, as a former Mercedes driver, I have to say that you have amazed me. I'm sure your team could not be happier with you than they are right now in this moment."

"Yeah, now I just have to keep it up. It's a tight fight with the people at the top." Y/n states before thanking Nico as they broadcast cuts for her to leave for the cool down room. But she doesn't leave without an extra comment. "I also just want to thank you for the comments defending me. It was really something I needed to hear."

"I'll never let them speak down about a good driver. And you shouldn't take it."

Y/n gets to the cool down room which is a much better vibe than any other cool down room, she feels relaxed and she's talking with both the men in there with her.

There's something special for a lot of the young girls who are aspiring to be in y/n's position one day. Standing there above two men; one man a legend of the sport specifically a legend in the team she now sort of leads and the other man predicted to be a threat to the grid but being outshone by his female teammate.

She's a race winner and she's about to make everyone recognise it whether they're willing to admit it was won on merit or not.

-

Y/n still wants to troll the media a bit so she makes them wait as she showers and takes her fine ass time putting on an outfit to put everyone to shame. Because what's the fun in having a pretty face and winning a race if she can't make sure they're getting her in her best form?

"Y/n, you always keep us waiting."

"I don't keep important people waiting and that's all that really matters." Y/n smiles as she sits down for the press conference after giving the media pen polite but degrading answers for their questions.

They'll paint her as a monster with an ego that needs knocking down and an image problem. But she has to redeem herself a little after last weekend, especially since they may have allowed her the Sunday to go unpunished but she did get a call from Toto on the monday informing her that she can't talk to or about people the way she did. Though he only did it because he had to, really he would let her continue if she wanted to. It just has to be on record that he spoke to her about it being inappropriate.

"Anyway, I had to make sure I'm dressed for the occasion and winners always have to be the best dressed in the room...which by the looks of things. I can see that's exactly what I've achieved." Y/n smiles then patting Lewis' knee while he just smiles proudly at her shrugging off the indirect dig that even hit him as a presence in the room. "Though it's usually hard to compete with a man in red, I think I've managed it just fine."

"I agree for the record." Lewis nods earning a laugh and honestly as a man who as advocated for women to be in the sport. He's just happy to see her actually enjoying her time as a driver for once, though it's almost certain to be short lived. She should be allowed to enjoy it and he'll not be the one to ruin her fun.